In Perpignan’s Gitan quarter, the famous Saint Jacques district, Jeanne does not steal images. She lives among them, with them. She enters their homes, shares their meals, their cries, sits on sidewalks with children and their mothers, waiting calmly for trust to settle between women as dust settles on sun-worn wood. From this patience are born photographs that are not mere pictures, but fragments of truth. Every face she captures seems to come from another time: a child smiling on the edge of destitution, a mother closing her eyes in the thickness of a prayer, teenagers drunk with life, a young couple preparing for a wedding, a woman whose wrinkles carry the millennial wandering of her people. Nothing is spectacular, everything is essential.